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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.