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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.