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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Monks,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.