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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.