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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 PIL to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Deakin,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.