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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.