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 Japan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.