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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Jandek,
Smog,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.