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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.