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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.