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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Unwound,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.