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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.