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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.