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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.