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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.