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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.