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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.