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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.