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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.