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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.