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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
the Association,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.