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 Namibia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Index,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.