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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.