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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.