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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.