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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.