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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.