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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.