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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.