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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.