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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.