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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.