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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.