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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.