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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.