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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.