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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.