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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Standells 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.