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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.