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 Canada 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Can,
Kayak,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.