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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Sun City Girls 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.