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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Smog,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.