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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.