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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.