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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.