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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.