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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.