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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.