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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.