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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.