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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.