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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.