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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.