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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Q65,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.