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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
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.