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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.