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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.