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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.