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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.