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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.