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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.