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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.