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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Names,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.