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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Mars,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.