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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Brick,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.