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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.