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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.