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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.