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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
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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.