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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.