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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.