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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.