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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.