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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.