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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.