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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.