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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Brick,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
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.