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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.