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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Television,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.