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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Wire,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.