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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.