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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.