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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.