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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Television,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
the Germs,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.