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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.