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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.