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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Flipper,
Visage,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.