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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.