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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roger Hodgson 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.