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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.