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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.