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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 London and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.