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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Television,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.