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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.