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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.