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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Section 25,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.