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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.