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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.