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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.