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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.