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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.