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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.