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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Audionom,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.