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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.