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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Names,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.