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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.