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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.