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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.