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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.