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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.