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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.