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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.