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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
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.