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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.