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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.