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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.