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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.