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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.