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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.