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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.