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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.