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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.