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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.