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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.