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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.