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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.