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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.