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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.