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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
cv313,
John Cale,
Slave,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.