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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.