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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.