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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.