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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.