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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.