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 New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.