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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.