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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.