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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Nico,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Scion,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.