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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.