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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
cv313,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.