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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Technova,
MDC,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.