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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
10cc,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.