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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Swans,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.