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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.