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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.