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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.