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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.