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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.