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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.