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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.