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 Mexico and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.