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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Can,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.