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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Monks,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.