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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.