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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.