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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.