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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Monks,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.