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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.