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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.