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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.