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 Greece 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.