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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.