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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.