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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.