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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.