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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.