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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Blackbyrds to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.