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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.