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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.