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 Chile and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.