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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.