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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.