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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.