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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.