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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.