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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.