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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.