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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Names,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.