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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Index,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.