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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.