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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.