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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.