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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.