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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.