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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
The Residents,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.