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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
MC5,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.