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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Josef K,
The Slits,
the Slits,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.