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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.