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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.