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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.