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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.