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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Index,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.