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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.