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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.