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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.