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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.