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 France and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.