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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.