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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.