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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.