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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.