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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.