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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.