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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Slave,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.