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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Pole,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.