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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.