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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.