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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.