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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.