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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
ABC,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.