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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.