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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Nas,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.