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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.