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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.