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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
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.