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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.