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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.