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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.