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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
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.