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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.