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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.