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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.