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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Whodini,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.