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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.