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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
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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.