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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.