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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Nico,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.