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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.