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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.