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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.