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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.