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 Niger 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.