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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.