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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.