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 Benin 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.