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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.