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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.