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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.