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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.