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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.