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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
The Names,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.