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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.