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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.