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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.