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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.