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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.