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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Associates,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.