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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.