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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.