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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.