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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.