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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.