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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.