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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Erasure,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.