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 Bangladesh 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.