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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.