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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.