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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.