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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.