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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.