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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.