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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.