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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.