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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.