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 Antigua and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.