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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.