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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.