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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.