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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.