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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.