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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.