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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.