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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.