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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
10cc,
Fear,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.