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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
10cc,
Interpol,
Nas,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.