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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.