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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.