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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.