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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.