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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.