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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.