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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
the Association,
Index,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.