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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.