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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.