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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Japan,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.