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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.