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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.