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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.