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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.