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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.