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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.