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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.