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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.