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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.