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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.