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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.