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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.