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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.