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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.