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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.