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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.