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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Index,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.