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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.