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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Standells,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Smog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.