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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.