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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.