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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.