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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.