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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.