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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.