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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.