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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.