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 Angola and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.