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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.