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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.