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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Franke,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.