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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 the Slits 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.