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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.