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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.