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 Poland and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.