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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.