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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Half Japanese 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.