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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.