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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.