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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.