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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.