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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.