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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.