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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.