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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.