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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.