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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.