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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.