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 New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s.
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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Swans,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.