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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
X-102,
the Association,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.