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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.