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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.