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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
UT,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.