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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.