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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.