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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Gong,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.