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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Visage,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.