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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Smog,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.