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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.