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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.