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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.