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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Japan,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
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.