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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.