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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Magma,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.