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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.