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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.