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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.