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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.