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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.