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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.