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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
DNA,
World's Most,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.