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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.