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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Index,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.