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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.