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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Can,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.