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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.