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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.