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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Shoche,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.