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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.