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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.