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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
AZ,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.