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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.