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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 UT to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.