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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.