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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.