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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Smog,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.