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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.