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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.