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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.