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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.