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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.