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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Smog,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.