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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.