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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.