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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.