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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.