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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The Move,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Faust,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.