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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.