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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Monks,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.