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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.