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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.