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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.