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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.