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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.