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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.