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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.