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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Faust,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.