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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Franke,
June Days,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.