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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.