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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Television,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.