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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.