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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Erasure,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.