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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Can,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.