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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Wasted Youth 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.