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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Victims,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.