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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.