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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Pole,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.