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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.