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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Shoche,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.