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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.