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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.