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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.