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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.