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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.