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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 808 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.