Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
June of 44,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.