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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Slave,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.