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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.