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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.