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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.