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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.