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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.