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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.