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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.