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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.