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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.