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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.