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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
X-101,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.