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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.