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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.