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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.