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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Gong,
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.