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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
UT,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.