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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
the Slits,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.