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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Skriet,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.