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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.