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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.