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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.