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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.