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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.