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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Oneida,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.