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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.