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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.