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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.