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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.