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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.