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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Little Man,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.