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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.