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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.