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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.