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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.