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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.