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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.