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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.