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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.