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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
UT,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.