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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.