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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.