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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.