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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.