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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Television,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.