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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.