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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.