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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.