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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.