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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.