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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.