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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
New Order,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.