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 United States 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.