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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Franke,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.