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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doors 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.