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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.