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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.