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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.