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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.