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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.