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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.