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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.