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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.