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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.