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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.