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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.