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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.