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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.