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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.