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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.