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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.