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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.