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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.