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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.