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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.