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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Brick,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.