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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
ABC,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.