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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.