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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.