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 Morocco 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.