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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.