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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.