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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.