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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.