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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.