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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.