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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.