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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.