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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Can,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.