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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Q65,
the Swans,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Franke,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.