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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.