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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.