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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.