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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.