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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Moebius,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.