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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.