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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.