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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.