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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.