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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.