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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.